The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The hall smelled of roasted goose and damp wool, a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a second skin. Elias Vane stood at the edge of the room, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the steam rise from the punch bowl. It was a strange thing, to be invited to one’s own judgment. The Mayor, a man whose face seemed to have been molded from the same red clay as the local kilns, had...

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